Different Ways

The valley, layered thick in fog and haze, With cloudy, billowed whites and blanket grays, Eager awaits the sunlight these spring days. Well before noon, the sun, most of these days, Gently pulls back the cover on the haze. Spring’s vibrant color shines forth through the grays. The years, in stealth, have added to the grays; And more, it seems like when I walk these days, I spend my time in muddled fog and haze. My haze and grays, spring days go different ways. ---------- Technically, I guess this is a Monorhyme Tritina.